We're not going to take this!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I am just obsessing about it per usual.
Summary: why won't Lorelai assert some control over her spinning out of control life? What if she does? How would Luke take it?
Luke drove the long way home by himself, never dreaming that his attempt to fix his relationship would blow up in face, so spectacularly. That's the thing about hijacking a Gilmore, they were like a caged animal, and they would attack at all sides.
He almost didn't come back home, even for the smallest amount of time, he really wondered if there was a point to coming home. Lorelai had made it quite clear, that things would never be the same. Would she ever look at him in that way, that he had come to love?
He sighed and continued to drive home, wondering if this time, she would become better at avoiding him. Why did he think that being blunt could fix things with Lorelai? He should have tried to make things better way sooner, he should have told her the minute he saw that presentation.
Suddenly, Luke felt sick. His stomach churned with the knowledge, that he had probably messed things up with the love of his life, but that he would be alone. He would have this daughter and maybe this new child, but what else would he have? His pride? Well you couldn't curl up with pride. He knew that for sure.
He then pulled onto the highway determined to admit to Lorelai that he was an ass, a horrible, arrogant, ill-mannered ass, or whatever she wanted. All he wanted was to be with her, and that was what made him speed.
He should have been hit or at least worried that he had managed to cut almost two hours off his time. And he arrived back into town, with one goal. To find Lorelai and beg her to forgive him. Whatever he had to do he was willing.
He pulled into the driveway, and knocked on the front door. The house was dark and he used his key, and went to sit on a couch. He closed his eyes and waited for his chance to make things right.
He thought back to when he first really saw Lorelai. Saw her for the woman that she was and is. How she could handle a crowd with the ease that she handled a coffee cup. She could out smile anyone, and she handled things with ease that amazed him. The fluttering in his stomach still amazed him, and he had almost ruined everything. He was determined to fix things.
When he opened his eyes again, he realized he fell asleep. The house was dark and quiet, and he was sure that no one had entered the house. Maybe Lorelei had decided to go to Rory's Luke reasoned. But he still thought back to her comment, after their fight in the cabin. That would see him around maybe.
HE started to pace the living room, and let the things he had been trying to ignore for months start to filter into his mind. All the times he promised to be home at a certain time, and was always late. His father had taught him to be punctual. He hated being late for anything; he wasn't one of those people who were late. So how come it was ok now?
He thought back to every time he had let down Lorelai, and he began to feel physically ill. How many times did he mess up before she actually gave up on him? He sat on the couch finally, his legs long become numb, and he counted how many times he had messed up. And with one last thought, he ran to the bathroom, and threw up.
Had he truly ruined the best thing to ever happen for him? God what was he going to do?
Author's Note:
I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY! I was all set to update, and then of course the site wouldn't let me, so I was going ot try the next day and then my best friend came home from Brooklyn for a few days. She goes to art school, and isn't coming home this summer. So I got distracted. I'm sorry!
I will update soon, to make up for it.